Again last evening, the sound of steady rain lulled me to sleep, as did soothing melodies sung by frogs ensconced in our yard. I’ve identified only three frog species – green tree frog, orna...
Under a mid-morning mix of cloud and sun, Vilis, Janis, and I drove north from Townsville through open savannah woodland and fields of sugarcane to Ingham, and then headed west toward Girringun Nation...
After a hot porridge breakfast, we broke camp at Tall Timbers and drove north past dairy herds, mist-shrouded hills, and the wind turbines rearing against their backdrop of lush green pastures, wind-s...